Chapter 462: Just Making the Last Effort
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Wen Xinya stared at the doll on the ground which had words scribbled on it in blood. However, she could tell that they were her birth characters. There was a needle stuck in the middle, which looked extremely terrifying. “It’s witchcraft!”
Pangs of panic engulfed Ning Shuqian the moment she discovered that the doll had fallen onto the ground. She could not be bothered about the pain her hip and instead proceeded to grab the doll and clutched it tightly in her hand. The doll was her only hope, she could not afford to lose it.
Wen Xinya walked towards her slowly in an intimidating manner. She squatted down beside Ning Shuqian, who was grabbing tightly onto the hand of the doll. She then pulled Ning Shuqian’s fingers away, one by one.
“What are you trying to do? Wen Xinya, let go of me!” Ning Shuqian yelled, grabbing the doll tightly and refusing to let go of it. Her every movement carried great strength, so much that her fingers were about to break. She felt an excruciating pain in them.
Wen Xinya pulled her fingers away from the doll and snatched it away from her. Due to how forceful her actions were, the needle on the doll’s back brushed past Ning Shuqian’s hand, all the way from her thumb to her pinkie.
“Ah, it hurts…” Ning Shuqian murmured, staring at the long and broad cut on her palm which was soon covered in blood that flowed non-stop out of her wound. It was indeed a horrifying sight. The blood continued to trickle down her palm and onto the ground, causing her to grimace.
Wen Xinya grabbed the doll and scrutinized it before staring at Ning Shuqian with a look of contempt. “You sneaked into my room with the purpose of taking my hair and garment. Turns out you’re planning to use them for a ritual. You’ll then use the needle to poke my birth characters every single day. You’re planning to deal with me using black magic!”
Knowing that she had lost her last resort, Ning Shuqian panicked and grew flustered. Wen Xinya thought to herself.
“Master was right. You are a demon and an evil being. You’re here to seek revenge on me,” Ning Shuqian said, glaring wide-eyed at her. She thought,
“You’re right, my goal is to take revenge on you,” Wen Xinya said, staring at Ning Shuqian in a terrifying manner. It was the very first time that she had ever shown her blatant resentment towards Ning Shuqian.
Ning Shuqian was instantly dumbstruck. It was as if her soul was being tormented. She instinctively curled up into a ball and recalled the master’s words. He said to her, “She’s a demon from your previous lifetime, and she’s here to take revenge on you…”
Wen Xinya threw the doll at Ning Shuqian’s face and hollered with a sullen expression. “But, Ning Shuqian! Did you really think that you’d be able to harm me with just a doll…” She smirked coldly and continued, “Have you gone to the extreme of believing in witchcraft because you know that you’ve lost your greatest backer and that you’re helpless?”
Upon hearing her words, Ning Shuqian’s eyes widened and she stared at her in disbelief. “You… what do you mean?”
Wen Xinya sneered. “Aunt Ning, you don’t know about the wipeout of Black Sunday, do you? It seems you don’t. The person who helped you to deal with me is this person from Black Sunday. However… Black Sunday no longer exists and no one will help you to deal with me anymore.”
“Not real, it’s not real!” Ning Shuqian barked, glowering at Wen Xinya with a menacing gaze in her eyes.
She refused to believe Wen Xinya’s words, though she could not convince herself that it wasn’t true. The bodyguards and the mysterious man had indeed gone missing during the wipeout of Black Sunday, and that was also the same time that she lost contact with that person. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
“You’re lying to me. Bitch, you’re just lying to me.” Ning Shuqian retorted, glaring at her in exasperation, her eyes as dark as a black hole. It was as if all of her anger, resentment, and insanity had accumulated in her eyes, making her look extremely terrifying.
“It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. What’s important is that… it’s a piece of cake for me to deal with you,” Wen Xinya said in a cold and harsh voice. She then opened her palm slowly and clenched her fists again.
Ning Shuqian’s body turned weak and she stared at Wen Xinya, who seemed like she could devour her anytime. Even her breathing had become irregular due to her immense fear. She panicked and spluttered. “No… you can’t hurt me… I’m your father’s wife. Your father won’t let you hurt me. So long as your father is around, you’ll never dare to hurt me…”
Ning Shuqian’s words had hit the nail on its head.
Her silence made Ning Shuqian break into hysterics and she guffawed in a menacing manner. Smiling smugly, she gibed. “Hahaha… so what if the Wen Family doesn’t acknowledge me? What matters is that your father does. If you dare to hurt me, I’ll let your father make your grandfather his worst enemy and make you bear the blame for causing their fallout.”
Wen Xinya stared at the maniacal expression on her face, clenching her wrists and quivering uncontrollably. She felt a strong urge to rush forward and beat her up into a pulp.
Ning Shuqian began to get more and more brazen. She continued, “You’re well aware that I have the ability to do that. Otherwise, why would your father ruin his image as a filial son and cause your grandfather to be hospitalized? You’ve made your father detest you shortly after you returned to the Wen Family. Hahaha… I deserve credit for that…”
Wen Xinya unclenched her fists and stared at her composedly. “That’s just a final struggle,” she retorted.
She spilled the beans about Black Sunday because she wanted to ruin all of Ning Shuqian’s hopes and kill her drive. She wanted to make Ning Shuqian become hopeless and helpless. Her goal had already been achieved.